Aunt Bai's eldest son had been sacrificed in the Northwest War. She still had a daughter and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youngest son.
Little Bruiser said, "Uncle likes Mao'er so much! He said that Mao'er's talent is higher than Big Brother's! He even said that Big Brother is disappointing, so he passed his mantle to Mao'er!"
"It's Brother Mao'er." Yu Wan smiled and pinched his little ear.
Little Bruiser didn't care that his ears had been pinched. He had deliberately called him that to attract his sister's attention.
Little Bruiser ate happily.
The three little eggs also ate. Last year, they still needed someone to feed them when they ate. This year, they used their chopsticks better than them. The Yu family was happy and relieved.
After all, they were a family. After dinner, Little Bruiser led his four little tails to the village to play.
